There was a blue blanket spread on the sand of Serabelle on the summer solstice, and there was a woman laying on her stomach, gazing up at the brilliant colors of the sunset. It was late, but the sky still screamed of oranges, purples, and blues. Her husband lay beside her, one hand playing with the sand, drawing patterns idly with his fingers.
The landscape behind them was full of greens - grass and leafy trees were in full bloom, and shrubs with small flowers lined the neatly paved pathways. Her eyes ran over them. She sighed. Everything felt right tonight.
For the Caesar's Palace prompt set: Verdant.